Low Risk Predictions I predict an abundant harvest from the rich soilthe kind that rewards us for our immense toil I predict the children will create a snow angelhigh in the alpine mountains where the snow fell I predict a night as black as an obsidian pantherto be followed by a glorious day filled with […]
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Let’s Put An End To This It starts faintly, barely a whisperquietly expressing our displeasurewhy can’t we put an end to this? Self interested power playsgoing on for years not daysmaybe there’s an end to this Conversations occurring dailybad actions without repercussionswaiting for an end to this The guilty show no remorsestill goes on and
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White Peaches Driving to a Kansas orchard three times a weekMy grandpa’s annual quest for perfect white peachesMaking sure to arrive when their ripeness did peakDirectly picked from trees, as far as his arm reaches Ignoring the yellow ones, only whites for his platterI said those aren’t white, they look kinda red to meHe said
Curiosity Opens The Mind I’m trying to remembera time whenit got the best of metry as I mightI can’t recallwhen curiosityconvinced me to fleecall me curiousor call me braveit’s a trait that educatesand allows my mind to see —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:#129: A Curiosity of Poems, where De Jackson is hosting tonight
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It was 1964, or thereabouts, and WARR – Radio Free Toledo was broadcasting on the AM dial. My friend, John Arduser, and I were running our own radio station. I don’t think it ever had a name or call letters, but these days I refer to it as WARR – Arduser Rowland Radio. Our broadcast
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Just Don’t Go Whacko My wife has but one, small edict to me “Just don’t go whacko,” is her strong plea Of course she has many other concerns But this one is causing today’s heartburn She loves me dearly, this much I know Enjoying the fact that I go with the flow We all have
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Waltz of Love Its all in my heart great place to start I first saw your eyes they were the prize Then found your sweet smile it charmed me while The ballroom was ours we were the stars I held you so tight throughout the night We found love so true and then it grew
Song for Bob Dylan (by David Bowie) Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue Some words had truthful vengeance That could pin us to the floor Brought a few more people on And put the fear in
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Wabbits Wound Here “My name is Elmer Fudd, ssshhhhh….be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting wabbits! Have you seen a wabbit wun by here? Yes? Next time you should gwab it! I know he’s wound here someplace. I’m gonna catch that wascally wabbit, and end this scwewy chase.” —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:
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History’s Only Known Meteorite Victim (a true story) It was just an ordinary chondritefragment the experts saidbut it landed on Ann Hodgesnearly knocking her dead Celestial body 1685 Torowas traveling outward from the sunwhen a meteorite broke awayputting citizens on the run Breaking into three pieceswhen entering Earth’s atmospherethe largest fragment wasthe size of a
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